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I was thinking too much, doubting myself too much, wasting my time trying to be something I’m not.

Have you ever been me? How could you ever understand me if you’ve never been me?

I was hopeful all this time, wondering when things would get better. I was always certain until I was not. Things have changed but things are still changing. I feel myself changing all of this time.

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